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(Seriously; now let’s get serious) The uproar of laughter fills my hunger, As I dine upon the comic table, Of the fable that hunts my game, In return for a giggle on my plate. After dinner, the party goes on, with wines of various tales, Some of the fanciest in my bar, Of which I often get drunk. Before night falls, I'm out into the woods, where I set my trap, Some of the best in style, Couple wits here and there, Enough to attract a wandering deer. Day and night, I feast and hunt, So I don't lose weight, It is pernicious to my shape, So my doctor says, I have been diagnosed with The Joker syndrome. ∞ ∞ ∞
— Cotek